The river knows
the curves
and flows,
the
shifting sand
and where it goes.
I cried a little,
a tangle of emotions.
Then I laughed,
in joy
and yes….
celebration
of life.
I’ve always loved
walking the high wire,
it eliminates
a lot of dead ends
found
in the rambling maze
of life
and the danger….
takes my breath away.
I followed the river
of water and ice
and thought about recycling,
old becoming new
again
as the Spring thaws;
my heart
still misses you.
I whispered my secrets
to the sly wind
blowing
through my hair
and trees alike.
My words
flew away quickly,
tossed
like old Autum leaves
from the yet bare trees
to the ground below,
where they drifted,
tumbling
across the bank.
Yes….
the river knows.
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